First spanking of 2012
Happy New Year! So what could I possibly have done to get myself in trouble so early in the year?
Did I break a New Year’s resolution already? Nuh uh. I didn’t make any. Apparently, His Toppiness thought that was inappropriate.
“Come on,” I protested. “What do I need to make resolutions for? I don’t smoke. I hardly ever drink. I don’t need to lose weight. I already exercise.”
“Well, aren’t you Little Miss Perfect!” he said.
“Why, yes, I guess I am, now that you mention it.”
That didn’t fly at all. It seems that not making a NY resolution is the height of arrogance and is a spankworthy offense. Gee, what a surprise that is.
He’s enjoying his Leather Spanking Buddy way too much. He did the entire warmup with that thing. Oh, but he hastened to inform me that even with the spanking buddy, his hand still stings a bit. Poor dear.
“Life’s a bitch,” I muttered. “Or a bastard, as the case may be.”
“Are you calling me a bastard?” Oh, for God’s sake. I said life, not you.
To be fair, however, once he broke into the heavy artillery, he started out fairly light. Until I opened my big yap and said, “What style is that from — the Lame-Ass School of Spanking?” So much for light, after that.
Yikes — even with the “white-spotting” on the right cheek, still not that red. I thought I was done with the final 10 that I could barely count because I was fairly incoherent. And I was done, for a while. But then…
ST and I are both creatures of habit. On occasion, I know what he’s going to say before he says it, because I know his phrases. For example, when it’s getting to be about that time, he’ll take a breath, kinda sigh and say, “Well, I guess I ought to be going.” Sometimes, I say it with him. Other times, like tonight, I repeat it, mimicking him.
Someday, I’ll learn that tops don’t like being mimicked. Maybe. Or not.
I got much redder with Round #2. Ouch.